“And if anyone has to have kryptonite, I’d want it to be you. I really hope that you don’t ever need to use it, but I’m actually glad you have kryptonite. Just in case I turn evil, or lose my mind, or something weird happens…”
Clark seriously met his gaze. “I want you to be able to protect yourself. I want you to feel safe.”
Irritated, Bruce shot out of his chair and marched toward Superman. When he reached for his utility belt, Clark flinched. Then Bruce suddenly took off the belt and flung it across the room. Now he was completely weaponless. Defenseless. Vulnerable to any attacks.
Bruce crossed his arms as he declared, “I don’t need kryptonite to feel safe, Clark.”
-Kryptonite Kiss (by SlightlyPsycho)